She rubbed her legs together attempting to dispel the soreness in her vagina. The lingering ache would probably be with her for a bit.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Madhava looked very concerned.
Providence patted his shoulder.
"I'm fine guys." Providence smiled trying to ease their concern.
"Okay how about you take a bath and we'll go get some food." Madhava suggested.
Providence nodded and realized she was famished. The men got up, tied on their kilts then left the bedroom. Madhava smacked Dagaa in the back of his head as they went through the door.
Dagaa
Dagaa couldn't believe what he'd woken up to. Providence's slick silky sheath was painfully tight as it quaked around his length. It took everything in his power to hold still, and not thrust in, till he was buried to the hilt.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Madhava punched him in the arm.
"I know, it wasn't intentional."
"Maybe if you didn't chase everything in a skirt, your shaft wouldn't think it had free rein." Madhava growled as they headed down the stairs.
"I know!" Dagaa repeated.
"I hope to the Goddess Providence was telling the truth, and she truly is fine."
Dagaa closed his eyes in shame as he thought about how Providence's voice was tinged with pain. He was supposed to be caring for Providence's not hurting her.
"Look I said I understand! I'm sorry. What more do you want from me?" Dagaa yelled. "I'm going out." Dagaa snarled as he stormed out slamming the door behind him.
Dagaa knew he fucked up, he didn't need to be lectured. Not only had he hurt Providence, but just because she allowed them to pleasure her didn't mean she had consented to let him impale her. It didn't matter that it had been unintentional. It was inexcusable.
Dagaa made his way to the pub and took up a seat in the corner. He downed his first drink then ordered a second, followed by a third.
Dagaa wondered what possessed him to take the oath to be Providence's protector, he couldn't even protect her from himself.
Safe, he thought she'd be safe, sexy, but safe. Dagaa shook his head. That was a lie. From the moment he saw her, some part of him knew she was trouble. Now look where he was.
"You want something else Dagaa?" Vola, the waitress, asked.
Dagaa held up several fingers.
"Um okay." Vola replied looking concerned as she fetched him the spirits he'd asked for.
Dagaa threw back the shots in succession. Then sat watching the people in the bar. There were warriors having a good time and couples talking happily. It was the last thing he wanted to see, but he sat and stared, anyway. One young couple at a nearby table looked smitten with each other. The female had fresh conjugo bonding marks on her neck.
Dagaa had never marked Idida, but he had felt the need stirring inside him. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn't answered the call of his primal nature. Would she have been faithful if he'd bonded with her?
Why was he even thinking about her?
Providence, she was the reason he was tied in knots. The fiery female had him thinking things he had no business revisiting. He should have never laid a hand on her. Dagaa thought it was safe to pledge himself to the female. Providence was in need of a guardian and knew no other male besides him and Madhava. Dagaa found her attractive, but he also thought Giselle was cute, and they were just friends. Somehow Providence drove him to feel things he'd buried long ago.
Dagaa couldn't let himself continue on this track, it would only end in disappointment. He would hurt Providence and she would level him in return.
Madhava cared for her. Dagaa should just step aside and let the male take the role as Providence's Prime protector. The male deserved a good female and clearly he had her best interest at heart.
Dagaa slammed his hand down on the table. Vola came over with another two shots.
"We're closing up soon, so this is it." Vola smiled. "Mind if I sit?" She asked.
Dagaa didn't reply just kicked out the chair.
"Why are you drinking alone this evening?" Vola asked.
If he wanted to talk, he wouldn't have been there sitting alone.
"I should be going." Dagaa said as he rose from his chair.
Dagaa stumbled as he stood. He shouldn't have drunk so much on an empty stomach.
"Brother I'm going to walk Dagaa home." Vola said as she led him to the door.
"I'm fine." Dagaa grumbled.
His toe hit the threshold, nearly pitching him forward.
"Clearly." Vola laughed sweetly as they ambled down the street with her arm around his waist.
Dagaa smiled back, then grimaced. Vola was nice, she had no business with a bastard like him.
"You need to find some honorable warrior who will treat you right Vola." Dagaa slurred.
"Oh I think I've met a nice warrior." She smiled demurely up at him as they entered the manor garden.